This place is no different, although I’ve had to adjust my tactics.  There is a field I have to traverse to get to work sometimes.  It’s not a very big field, and it has varying grass heights.  Parts of it get mowed, other parts are kept short by roving goats, and other parts rarely get cut so the grass grows about knee-height.  Some of my friends pointed out that sometimes people have found snakes in that field.  Snakes? Cool!

     Oh! The snakes are often cobras.

     I’ve stopped walking across that field. 

     . . . at night, that is.  Let’s not get unnecessarily frightened here.  I would love to see a wild cobra! From a relatively safe distance, anyway.  I figure I’ve got the goats as an early-warning indicator during the day when they’re out.  I just stay away from the tall grass where I can’t see anything.